Fairy Tail: My Magic is a Yu-Gi-Oh! Deck — Chapter 133

Chapter 133: Why Don’t You Stay at My Place Tonight?You're reading this on the wrong site. This chapter was translated by Elysian Reads and posted for free at elysianreads.com — if you're seeing it anywhere else, it was copied without permission. Read it at the source so the people who actually did the work get the credit.

Under the shade of a battered tree, the infamous Trinity Raven found themselves trussed up like holiday turkeys, utterly immobilized.

Vidaldus Taka’s eyes were rolled completely back into his skull. The death metal rocker had passed out long ago, his body unable to handle the sheer trauma of Aquarius’s indiscriminate tidal wave.

Lucy, having built up a miserable tolerance for being caught in her own celestial spirit’s aquatic crossfire, fared much better. She wrung out her soaked skirt, wincing as she rubbed her backside—the exact spot where Aquarius had spitefully whipped her with a concentrated jet of water before vanishing back to the Spirit World.

Fukurou’s massive owl head hung limp against his chest, leaving it entirely unclear if the bizarre assassin was dead or alive.

Only Ikaruga remained conscious. Her elegant kimono hung in tatters, dirt smudging her pale skin, but her eyes burned with a venomous, unwilling glare.

“Tell me. Who sent you to assassinate Chase?”

Mirajane hooked a clawed finger under Ikaruga’s chin, forcing the swordswoman to look up. A dark, dangerous smile curved the barmaid’s lips. To properly conduct this interrogation, she hadn’t dropped her Satan Soul form. Demonic energy crackled faintly in the air around her.

“My mission failed due to my own miscalculations. Spare me the nonsense.” Ikaruga’s voice was ice. “Do whatever you want with me. Kill me, flay me. I don’t care.”

The dark assassination guilds operated on strict codes. The moment she picked up her blade, she had accepted a brutal death as an occupational hazard. She possessed a twisted sense of principle—it was no wonder Jellal felt confident sending this trio to eliminate a target like Chase.

“Oh? Quite the stubborn mouth.” Mirajane pouted, her demonic claws flexing with a sharp, heavy clack.

Just as she prepared to commence her physical “interrogation,” Chase materialized a brightly colored bottle from a glowing card, tossing it to a heavily panting Erza a few paces away.

“Here. Stamina Booster – Super Z. It won’t heal your cuts, but it’ll top off your drained magic power.”

“My thanks.” Erza didn’t hesitate. She popped the cap and downed the glowing liquid in three massive gulps. Having discarded her heavy armor for her Clear Heart Clothing—a simple sarashi and hakama—she had pushed past her limits, shedding her reliance on defense to shatter Ikaruga in a single, extraordinary strike.

Erza stopped halfway through the bottle, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She thrust the demon-shaped flask toward the blonde mage. “Lucy. You expended a great deal of magic power just now as well, did you not?”

Lucy took half a step back, eyeing the neon-colored concoction like it was poison. She waved her hands frantically. “H-huh? I’m fine! Really! I don’t feel drained at all!”

That stuff looks radioactive! Even Erza flinched swallowing it!

Erza didn’t say a word. She simply held the bottle out, her intense, unblinking stare locking onto Lucy.

Lucy lasted exactly two and a half seconds under Titania’s oppressive aura. Her shoulders slumped. Defeated, she took the flask, pinched her nose shut, and took a tiny, miserable sip.

Her eyes immediately widened.

“So good!”

The cool liquid slid down her throat, washing away the heavy ache in her muscles and reigniting her magical core.

“Chase’s supplies are always top-tier,” Erza said, flashing a rare thumbs-up.

Lucy nodded vigorously, chugging the rest. “Mhm! Thank you, Erza!”

Chase leaned against a rock, crossing his arms. “Shouldn’t I be the one getting thanked?” he muttered dryly.

Erza ignored him, turning her attention back to the bound assassins. “What are we doing with them?”

Chase pulled a blank card from his deck, twirling it between his fingers with a wicked smirk. “I’ll lock them in a card. We can take them back to Magnolia. I have… plenty of methods to make them talk.”

Seeing that sinister grin, a flicker of genuine panic finally cracked Ikaruga’s stoic facade. Years in the criminal underworld had filled her head with horrors. Her mind instantly conjured a dark, damp dungeon, herself chained to a wall, and this strange man approaching with a rack of twisted tools.

“J-just try it!” Ikaruga shrieked, her voice pitching up in desperation. “No matter what sick torture you use, I will never break!”

Lucy rubbed her temples, groaning inwardly. I feel like she’s imagining something incredibly inappropriate… Are all assassins this dirty-minded? Chase isn’t even that kind of guy!and support the real translator.Read at elysianreads.com This is a stolen translation. You're reading this on the wrong site. This chapter was translated by Elysian Reads and posted for free at elysianreads.com — if you're seeing it anywhere else, it was copied without permission. Read it at the source so the people who actually did the work get the credit.

Mirajane released her Satan Soul, her demonic features melting back into her usual sweet, angelic smile. “Since that’s the case, we’ll leave the interrogation entirely to Chase~”

Like Lucy, she trusted their resident card expert completely.

“If Mira agrees, I have no objections.” Erza shrugged. When it came to extracting information, Chase’s bizarre arsenal of cards was far more effective than standard intimidation.

Ignoring Ikaruga’s horrified protests, Chase activated the blank card, drawing the Trinity Raven into the pocket dimension, before the group finally set off for Magnolia.

The town was a mess. After parting ways with the girls in the shattered streets, Chase stood before a familiar pile of splintered wood and crushed stone. His house.

Catching the Trinity Raven early was a tactical victory, but his cozy little home was completely leveled. The Magic Council would inevitably try to bill him for the collateral damage to the streets and public facilities, too. The fines weren’t an issue; his savings were deep, and handing the assassins over to the Council would yield a massive bounty.

The real problem was the immediate future. Where was he supposed to sleep tonight?

“Chase?” A gentle voice, laced with a faint, almost imperceptible shyness, broke his train of thought. “Why don’t you stay at my place tonight?”

Chase turned. Mirajane stood a few paces away, the moonlight catching the deep wine-red fabric of her dress. The silver glow of the night did little to hide the soft blush dusting her cheeks.

“Mira? You haven’t gone home yet?”

“It’s late,” she said, stepping closer. “All the inns in town are closed. And after everything that happened tonight… I think it would be safer if we stayed together.”

“I’ll be fine. If worst comes to worst, I can just sleep inside my card space—”

Mirajane’s brow twitched. She stepped forward, grabbing his hand and cutting him off entirely. “Then it’s happily decided! Let’s go.”

She practically dragged him down the street, refusing to give him a single second to argue. The warmth of her palm pressed against his. Chase caught a glimpse of her determined profile and wisely decided to keep his mouth shut. The walk to the outskirts of Magnolia passed in comfortable silence.

Unlike Erza and Levy, who lived in the Fairy Hills girls’ dormitory, Mirajane had purchased a standard two-story house to properly care for her younger siblings. The moment she pushed the front door open, a tidal wave of pure testosterone hit them.

In the center of the living room, Elfman was aggressively bench-pressing a massive barbell, sweat glistening on his muscles.

“I’m home,” Mirajane called out with a sweet smile.

“A real MAN welcomes his sister home!” Elfman grunted, racking the weight and sitting up. “Welcome back, Mira! Pffft—Chase?!”

His eyes bugged out, nearly knocking the barbell over. Elfman scrambled to his feet, his meathead brain short-circuiting at the sight of his sister bringing a guy home in the middle of the night. Before he could utter a single syllable, Mirajane glided to his side. She raised her hand, delivered a lightning-fast chop to the back of his neck, and whispered, “Good night.”

Elfman’s eyes rolled back. The physical hypnosis took instant effect, and he collapsed like a felled tree into his sister’s arms.

“You could have at least let me say hello before knocking him out,” Chase sighed, stepping forward to catch the massive man and haul him onto the nearest sofa.

“Oh? You aren’t surprised, Chase?” Mirajane sat down on the opposite couch, smoothing her skirt.

Chase didn’t stand on ceremony. He crouched by the coffee table, opening cabinets in search of tea leaves. “You specifically dragged me to your house. It obviously wasn’t just to give me a place to sleep.”

Mirajane watched him, her smile tightening just a fraction. “I’m merely curious to see what methods you plan to use to make the Trinity Raven confess.” She slid a small wooden tea box across the table toward him, her voice suddenly rising an octave. “A-and it’s absolutely not because I’m worried about you being alone in a room with that woman!”

Chase caught the box, popping the lid and pouring a measure of leaves into the magic kettle. He channeled a pulse of magic power into the base to boil the water, completely missing the heavy implication in her tone.

“Don’t worry about her. Erza shattered her sword. She can’t pose any threat to me.”

Mirajane stared at him.

The atmosphere instantly flatlined into a heavy, suffocating silence, broken only by the cheerful, oblivious gurgling of the boiling kettle.You're reading this on the wrong site. This chapter was translated by Elysian Reads and posted for free at elysianreads.com — if you're seeing it anywhere else, it was copied without permission. Read it at the source so the people who actually did the work get the credit.